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Scare-City
Scare-City
by
Rick Folker
Here on these mean streets...
The palpable lack of love
Threads through the alleyways
of brutal loss and unanswered prayers;
The anguished cries of despair rise
with the unforgiving heat.
Here among the forlorn refugees,
the frightened and the poor,
Can be found the ones who
forgage for a phantom friend
and beg for an absent god to speak;
where Hunger Games
are played for keeps.
Here are those we pray for
Yet, never pay for...
The addicted, the afflicted
Those we would rather not see
And those we wish might have
never been.
Here, a thousand miles and a thousand tears
from the suburbs of the cynical elite
One may, if one tries
Travel to this city of the meek.
Copyright ©
Rick Folker
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